My 17th spring took me to the woods to hunt. My father had died and I had to help feed the family. A call led me to a shrub, to a green caterpillar with tufts of hair. He looked up at me and I looked back. A heartbeat later, my soul expanded and he was a black shape on the palm of my hand. My skin tingled as if it was unfurling, like wing membranes, and my senses stretched further than they ever had before. Now I know I will evolve into something new one day.